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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.