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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.