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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.