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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Make Up,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.