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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.