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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clarke to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.