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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Japan,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.