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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.