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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.