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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.