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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.