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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
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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.