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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
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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.