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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.