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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.