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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.