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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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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.
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.