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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.