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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.