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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
CMW,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Human League,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
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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.