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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.