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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.