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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Jandek,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.