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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Symarip,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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You don't know what you really want.
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