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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.