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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
the Association,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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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.