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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.