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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
PIL,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.