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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
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.