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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.