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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Organ,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.