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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
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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.