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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.