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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.