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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.
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