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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.