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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Wire,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Slave,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.