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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Monolake,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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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.
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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.