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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.