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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
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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.