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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
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.