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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Visage to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.