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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
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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.