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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
DNA,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
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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.