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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
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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.