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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Smog,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.