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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.