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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
UT,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
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.