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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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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.