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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
MDC,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.