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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.