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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.