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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.