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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.