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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.