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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.