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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.