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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Nas,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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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.