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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.