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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.