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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.