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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.