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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.