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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Hoover,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
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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.
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.