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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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The Slits,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.