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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.