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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
MDC,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.