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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.