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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.