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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.