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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.