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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Happenings,
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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.