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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.