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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Can,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Index,
Aswad,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.