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 Jordan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.