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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.