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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.