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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.