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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
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.
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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.