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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
X-102,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.