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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
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You don't know what you really want.
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