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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.