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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.