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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.
You don't know what you really want.