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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.