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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.