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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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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.