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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.