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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.