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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.