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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.