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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Names,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
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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.