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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.