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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
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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.