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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.