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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
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Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.