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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
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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.