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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.