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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.