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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.