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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
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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.