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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.