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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Motions,
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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.