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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Television,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.