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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Nas,
Cluster,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.