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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
MC5,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.