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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
10cc,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
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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.