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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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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.