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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.