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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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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.