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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
X-102,
UT,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.