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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.