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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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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.