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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.