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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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