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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.