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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Move,
Scion,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Slits,
PIL,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
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.