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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.