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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Can,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.