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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.