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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
CMW,
Gang Green,
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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.