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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.