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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.