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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.