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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.