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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
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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.
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.