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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.