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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
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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.
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.