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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.