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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
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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.