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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.