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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.