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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
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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.