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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Khruangbin 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
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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.