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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.