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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.
You don't know what you really want.