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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.