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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.