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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
June Days,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.