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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.