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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
UT,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.