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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.