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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.