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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
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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.