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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.