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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.