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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
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Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.
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.