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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
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.