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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.