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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Nico,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.