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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
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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.