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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
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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.