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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.