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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Nas,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
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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.