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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.