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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
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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.
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.