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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.