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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.