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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
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.