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 India and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.