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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
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Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.