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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.