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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
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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.
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