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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.