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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Can,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.