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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.