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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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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.