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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.