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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.