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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
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.
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