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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
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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.