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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Monks,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.