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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
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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.