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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.