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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.