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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.