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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.