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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.