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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
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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.