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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.