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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
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Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.