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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.