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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.