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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Monks,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.