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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.