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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.