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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
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The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.