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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.