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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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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.