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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
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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.