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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.