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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.