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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Brick,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.