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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
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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.