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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
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.
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.