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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.