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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
JFA,
X-102,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.