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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.