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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.