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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.