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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Rakim,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Television,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.