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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Fear,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.
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.