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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
ABC,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.