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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.