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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
DNA,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.