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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Swans,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
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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.