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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Pole,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.