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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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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.