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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.