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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.