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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.