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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Index,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
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You don't know what you really want.
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