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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
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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.