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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
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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.
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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.