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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.