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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Collins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.
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.