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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.