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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Human League,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.