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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.