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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
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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.
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.