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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
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Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.