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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.