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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.