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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
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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.