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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.