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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
UT,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.