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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.