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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.