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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.