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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Lalann,
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.