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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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.