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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.