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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.