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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.