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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.