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 Angola and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
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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.