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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
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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.