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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.