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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.