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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.