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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
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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.
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