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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Ossler,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.