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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
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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.