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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.