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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Pole,
cv313,
June of 44,
Nico,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.