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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.