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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
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.