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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.