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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.