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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Scion,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Nas,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
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.