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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Crime,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
MC5,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
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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.