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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.