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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.