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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.