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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.
You don't know what you really want.