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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
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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.