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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Technova,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
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.