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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.