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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.