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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Green 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
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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.