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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Index,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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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.