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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Holt to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
June Days,
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.