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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.