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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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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.