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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Swans,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
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.