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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.