Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.