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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
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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.