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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Smog,
PIL,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.