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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.