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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.