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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
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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.