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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.