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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
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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.