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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.