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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
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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.