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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.