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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
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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.