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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
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ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.