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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.