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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
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.