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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
DNA,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.