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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.