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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.