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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
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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.