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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
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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.