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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
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Gang Starr,
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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.