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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.