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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Visage,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.