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 France and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.