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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.