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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.