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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.