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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
UT,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
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.