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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
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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.