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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.