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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.