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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.