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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.