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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.