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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.