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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.