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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.