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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.