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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.