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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
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.