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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.