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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.