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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.