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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.