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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.