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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
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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.