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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
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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.