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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.