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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
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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.