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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Index,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
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Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.
You don't know what you really want.