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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.