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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.
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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.