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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Magma,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.
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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.