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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.