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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
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You don't know what you really want.