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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.