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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.