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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.