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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
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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.