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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Can,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.