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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.