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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.