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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.