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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.