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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Slave,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
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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.