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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
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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.