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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.