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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
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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.