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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.