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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
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.