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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.