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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
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.