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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Television,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.