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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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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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.