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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
X-101,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.