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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.