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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.