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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.