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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
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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.
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.