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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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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.