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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.