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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.