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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.