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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.