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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.