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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
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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.