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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.