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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.