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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Monks,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.