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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.