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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.