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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
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.