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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.