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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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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.