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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.