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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.