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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Smoke,
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.