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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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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.