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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.