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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Chrome,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.