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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
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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.