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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
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Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.