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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
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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.