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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
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Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.