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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
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.