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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.