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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.