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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Chrome,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.