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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.