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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
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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.