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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
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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.