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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.