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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.