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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.