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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
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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.
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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.