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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.