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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
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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.