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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Technova,
Q65,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
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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.