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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.