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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
X-101,
the Association,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.