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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
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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.