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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
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.
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.