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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Can,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.