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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Hoover,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.