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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.