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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.