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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.