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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
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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.