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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.