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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.