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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.