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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.