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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.