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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.