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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.