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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.