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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
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.
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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.