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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
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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.