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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.