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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
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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.