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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.