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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
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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.