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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
UT,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.