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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
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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.