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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
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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.