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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.