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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Japan,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.