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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Wire,
New Order,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.