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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.