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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.