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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.