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 France and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
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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.