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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Japan,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.