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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.