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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.