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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
the Human League,
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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.