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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.