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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Smoke 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
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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.