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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.