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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
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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.