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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.