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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
World's Most,
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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.
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