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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.