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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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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.