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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.