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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
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.