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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
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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.