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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.