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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Jandek,
MC5,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.