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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ten City 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Jandek,
DNA,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.