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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
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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.