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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Index,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Symarip,
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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.