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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.