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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
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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.