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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Association,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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.