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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.