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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Nico,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.