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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.