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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.