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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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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.