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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.