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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.