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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
MDC,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
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.
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.