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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.