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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.