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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
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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.