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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.