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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.