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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
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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.
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.