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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
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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.
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.