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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
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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.