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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.