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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.