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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
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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.