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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.