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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.