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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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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.