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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.