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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
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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.