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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.