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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.