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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Scion,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.