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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.