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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
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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.