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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.