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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.