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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.