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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.