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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.