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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Section 25,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Yaz,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.