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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
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.