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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.