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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
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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.