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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
The Victims,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.