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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.