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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
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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.