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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.