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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
cv313,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.