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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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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.