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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.