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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.