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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.