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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
UT,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.