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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.