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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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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.