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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.