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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.