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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.