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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Wings,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
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.
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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.