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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
You don't know what you really want.