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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.