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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.