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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.