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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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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.