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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.