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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.