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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Faust,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
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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.