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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.