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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Ronan,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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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.