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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.