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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.