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 Senegal and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
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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.