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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.