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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
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.