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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.