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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Pole,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
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.
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.